weather report: the sun is shining in southern California but...
I just received notes from a critique group member on my middle grade novel. Holy Revision! It's always perfect until someone who knows what they're talking about reads it. Then the wheels must come off and the story falls apart like pieces of a motorcycle splayed over a garage floor. My job = to put those pieces back together and build a gleaming Harley instead of an old dirt bike.
I'll be revising... for the rest of my life. Or at least until I sprout gray hair, which could be any day now.
I'm trying to stay positive, but I know how much work is ahead.